If I had a daily bliss

A somewhat cheerful view

A silent grace I could perceive

To grow as I pursued

Then when around midnight

Instead of wasted from my sight

Loaded beyond the utmost space

I'd have one average night

I measure every f**ker I meet

With analytic eyes

I wonder if their grief weighs like mine

Or has an easier size

I wonder if when these years have piled

If the pain will still be as real

The early hurt such a lapse

A lifetime of grief bereaved of appeal

Will I just go on aching

Through centuries above

Exposed by god to a larger pain

By contrast with the promise of love

They say heaven is packed and that's where we go

But I've got one hell of a surprise

Your death is but one and came but once

And only nailed your eyes

And though I may not guess the right kind

Correctly yet to me

And the piercing comfort it creates

Passing portions of fiery glee

The denotes of the fashions of the cross

Of those that stand alone

Still fascinated to presume

That some has a view like my own